Her dark, mulberry-colored shawl is stretched tightly across her full bosom.
"Trapped in 'Black Russia'" by Ruth Pierce
She was taller than her supposed father, full-bosomed and round-limbed as a sculptor's ideal.
"The Huntress" by Hulbert Footner
Marjory hesitated a moment, clasping Dora to her bosom with a face full of maternal anxiety.
"Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag VI" by Louisa M. Alcott
Clarissa Greenglove had been a pretty, full-bosomed girl when he first arrived at Victoire.
"Shaman" by Robert Shea
He noted the rhythmic heave of her bosom and the full pulsation at the throat.
"The Web of the Golden Spider" by Frederick Orin Bartlett
The beauties she had seen were warm-colored, high-bosomed, full-lipped.
"The Innocent Adventuress" by Mary Hastings Bradley
Fine bosoms, crowded with plaits and full of seams, were made for a few cents per dozen.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 88, February, 1865" by Various
And best of all the big-hearted and full-bosomed mother of the family always spoke in words that were so friendly, even affectionate.
"The Peace of Roaring River" by George van Schaick
She thanked God, and pressed her clasped hands to her bosom, full of amazed happiness.
"The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries" by Various
She was just to his taste, this full-bosomed girl with salient hips and rounded arms.
"'Jena' or 'Sedan'?" by Franz Beyerlein
Dr. Anna Mueller, tall and slim, full-bosomed, tawny-skinned and tawny-haired, remained standing.
"Perfect Control" by Richard Stockham
It was a full-bosomed morning of immense peace.
"Sinister Street, vol. 1" by Compton Mackenzie
He glanced from time to time at his neighbor, whose full bosom captivated him.
"The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Vol. 6" by Guy de Maupassant
The blonde swelled out her bosom as she stuck it full of pins; the ogress held her pins between her teeth.
"Woman" by Magdeleine Marx
Wrong not yourself, neither wrong my bosom, that is full to bursting, by harbouring such a thought.
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland" by Various
I want the baby, mother; my heart aches for it; my bosom is full of pain.
"The Gold Brick" by Ann S. Stephens
Under her drab flannel shirt her full bosom rose and fell with the regularity of her perfect breathing.
"The Heritage of the Hills" by Arthur P. Hankins
She rose from her seat and drew herself up to her full height, her eyes flashing and her bosom heaving.
"The Courtship of Morrice Buckler" by A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley) Mason
She was a healthy, red-cheeked, blue-eyed girl, with lips a trifle over-full and bosom to match withal.
"Cardigan" by Robert W. Chambers
She stood listening a full minute, with her hand to her bosom.
"The Man in Black" by Stanley J. Weyman
She hath this power which, whether from on high,
Or from her own full bosom, breathes to those
Who watch her wonders with a quiet eye
Feelings of ample thought and sweet repose.
"Oh, Glorious Time!" by Alexander Anderson
And from the subject earth it seemed to scorn,
It drew the sustenance whereby it grew
Perfect in bosom for the married Morn,
And of his life and light full as a maid kissed new.
"The Cloud's Swan-Song" by Francis Thompson
Then every whirling leaf and bubbling ball,
That floated by, was full of radiant thought;
Each linked with love, had music at its call,
And thrilling echoes o'er my bosom brought.
"The Old Oak" by Samuel Griswold Goodrich
Eve. Lead on, my faithful guide;
Quick is my willing foot to follow thee,
Since my fond soul believes
That I in praising heaven to heaven ascend,
So my pure bosom feels
Full of divine content.
"Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 2. " by William Cowper
A daring lily, full of dew,
Struck his swift bosom as he flew,
Great was the shock, but on he pass'd,
And on and up and far and fast,
Till scarcely fit to sit or stand,
He came at length to Fairyland.
"The Butterfly And The Fairies" by Menella Bute Smedley
Thy voice the song of hidden rills,
The sigh deep-bosomed silence heaves
From the full heart of happy things,—
The lap of water-lily leaves,
The noiseless language of the wings
Of evening making strange the hills.
"Shadow" by Richard Le Gallienne